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Walking in winter, not so many people out
Seems like I gotta find me a girl so we can't go out
Drop of whiskey, drop of ginger wine
Call it a whiskey mack and you can be mine
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin'
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin' for me
Come spring I take my T-Shirt back off again
Walk around thinking I can feel the wind in my hair
Look at all the other people walking away from winter
I just hope they all got some winter lovin' like me
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin'
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin' for me
Come Autumn I'm thinking 'bout winter again
Winter coming up to me, but I got no friend
Drinking whiskey macks and talking about it, that's not going to get me no big fat woman to keep me warm
I gotta go out and meet 'em, not sit around the house singing s**t like this
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin'
Winter lovin' - that's the best kind of lovin' for me
It's all about me, me and winter and someone else
Words & Music: Tim Freedman, Andy Lewis, Stevie Plunder
Tim Freedman: vocals, piano
Stevie Plunder: guitar, vocals
Andy Lewis: bass, backing vocals
Recorded live in September 1992 at Troy Horse Studios, Newtown